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But Thou wilt meet the suppliant eye, And Thou wilt mark the lowly sigh; And Thou the holy tear wilt see, Which penitence devotes to Thee; That sigh thy breezes waft to heav'n, That holy tear is grateful incense giv'n! Low, humble, sad, to Thee I bend, Oh! listen from thy blest abode! And though celestial hymns ascend, Oh! deign a mortal's prayer attend, My Father and my GOD!

Teach me if hope, if joy, be mine, To bless thy bounteous hand divine; And still, with trembling homage, raise The grateful pæan of exalted praise!

When deep affliction wounds my soul, Still let me own thy mild control;